{"id":532,"date":"2008-07-25T19:15:17","date_gmt":"2008-07-26T03:15:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/?p=532"},"modified":"2008-07-27T18:54:45","modified_gmt":"2008-07-28T02:54:45","slug":"ufo-cow-liver-love-goddess-satori","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2008\/07\/25\/ufo-cow-liver-love-goddess-satori\/","title":{"rendered":"Cow Liver Goddess Satori"},"content":{"rendered":"

I\u2019m still wondering what I might write next. How about two hundred thousand words of kvetching about my life\u2014not<\/em>. The memoir plan, I dunno, it\u2019s not gelling for me. It feels like work instead of like fun.<\/p>\n

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Today I\u2019m leaning towards a simple and crystalline SF novel. Something light and irresponsible. How about a UFO novel in the Young Adult mode. I\u2019m imagining a scene with a bad kid, call him Denny Allaway, frantically humping a chunk of cow liver, imagining that it\u2019s Weena Wesson, the Hollywood love goddess. Cute Sue Pohler is laughing at Denny. Our hero, Tim Bruno, helps Denny out of the saucer, shielding him from Sue\u2019s ridicule.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s like an after-school special. They learn that the President of the U. S. has sold us out. So they set out to kill him\u2014but are spared the karmic onus of the assassination when Tim reforms the Prez by talking sense to him\u2014that would be a very <\/em> after-school-special touch. As if you could teach a President anything by talking to him. But in YA-land, you can!<\/p>\n

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Or a book where a kid goes to visit his dead father in Heaven. I remember a radio play\u2014maybe it was by Norman Corwin<\/a>, \u201cThe Odyssey of Runyon Jones\u201d\u009d\u2014about a kid who goes to look for his dead dog in \u201ccurgatory,\u201d\u009d first broadcast in 1941, I might have heard it as a re-broadcast around 1954. It\u2019s available as part of an out-of-print CD set called Thirteen By Corwin<\/em>, I\u2019d dig hearing that if I can find it for free online.<\/p>\n

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I\u2019m really starting to feel like myself again. I keep saying that, and then a week later, I realize I was only kidding myself the week before. Maybe I\u2019m still kidding myself. How can you really tell when you feel like yourself, after all? It\u2019s so subjective. <\/p>\n

Writing this particular paragraph that\u2019s magpied into this blog post, I\u2019m sitting on the deck outside Borders Books, one of my favorite spots in Los Gatos\u2014although it\u2019s slightly tainted by the infernal noise of ventilation fans. I have a great view from under a huge live oak of a high, virgin, wooded hill called perhaps Monte Sereno. The shapes of the trees and shrubs along the ridge-line always make me think of the border of a cubic Mandelbrot set.
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In this connection, I think of a guy I met at the Almaden IBM research lab near San Jose, around 1988, and we\u2019d been in his office talking, and then we walked outside together and were looking at a wooded ridge-line similar to this one, and he was telling me that the patterns were\u2014I don\u2019t remember exactly what\u2014some manifestation of a type of fractal or Fourier series that he was studying. He thought everything in the world was a reflection of what he was doing in his lab. But he was thinking this with a complete lack of irony, which is dangerous. I wonder what ever became of him.<\/p>\n

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I gave a great Christmas talk on cellular automata at that same IBM lab, also around 1988. I\u2019d just gotten a CAM-6 cellular automata accelerator card, and I shoe-horned it into an early IBM PC and connected it to this monster projector they had in the lab. Nobody had projectors like this back then, so it was incredibly exciting to be projecting the enormous images.<\/p>\n

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When I was in the choir at St. Francis in the Fields Church in Louisville, around 1959, this funny boy, Roger, would sometimes sit next to me at rehearsal. He was a real 1950s type, with a burr haircut, heavy glasses frames, and a cocky attitude. His father was, I think, a real estate scam artist, physically resembling the then-famous con-man Billy Sol Estes whom I\u2019d seen on the cover of Time <\/em>magazine. There was this one hymn we were rehearsing, with the chorus, \u201cJesus loves you, why not serve him?\u201d\u009d And Roger would make his voice sweet and gentle, and sing an obscene variant of the line. What a witty guy.<\/p>\n

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My wife and I spent the day in Santa Cruz today. It was really nice to be out seeing different stuff. The ocean was a nice aqua color. We ate some nice food, looked at bookstores. I bought a nice sweater on sale. I\u2019m exhausted now, but in a nice way. Lying on the couch with my laptop.<\/p>\n

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This morning, as soon as I woke up, I felt good. The world outside is so green and lively. I recall a feeling I sometimes have when I\u2019m flustered\u2014less so now than when I was younger\u2014of being in a tunnel, caught up in my worries, deaf and blind to the outer world. It\u2019s all a matter of the attention that you\u2019re able to pay.<\/p>\n

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The world runs itself without me. It used to baffle me that the world would go on after I die. I understand this better now. It\u2019s like I\u2019m just one particular monitor displaying the reality crunch. The interesting thing is the world itself\u2014as opposed to the interesting thing being my individual mind. This is in some sense obvious, but somehow it\u2019s not a fact that I really internalized until I was older.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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